Speaking to the Clan Elder

Tonight was my turn to call Auntie Upstream.

Auntie Upstream is a 91 year old sister of my father, the late Buffalo, and the last of that particular generation.

To say that she in indomitable is a understatement. In truth, Upstream got her name from the observation that "if she fell in a river and drowned, you would have to look for the body upstream. She would be too stubborn to go with the flow!"

Of course, this description does not apply to my sisters, Patience, Prodigal, and Pearl (as in Pit Bull with Pearls- she isn't a type A personality, she's just driven!)

Auntie, a widow for the past 15 years, has succumb to the years. Well, the truth is that her body is shot, but her mouth is in fine form. Thank God for phone plans!

I have to go now, and get the kinks out of my shoulders and neck.

Later, Mushers!